The starlight vanished. The Blood Sea once again sank into absolute deathly silence and boundless darkness.
Qin Mu's figure was completely cut off outside.
Ming He was utterly dumbfounded.
Zhun Ti burst into wild laughter, his voice echoing through the darkness with indescribable savagery.
"Ha ha ha, Ming He, did you see that? That senior brother you're so proud of can't get in at all."
"Today, no one can save you. Just obediently await your death."
Zhun Ti wasted no more words. He raised the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree high, its seven-colored divine radiance merging with that strange Darkness Power to form a pillar of light capable of Creation of Heaven and Earth, which smashed viciously toward Ming He's head.
Ming He bit through his tongue and forcibly gathered the last trace of Saint Origin within his body.
"I'll fight you to the death!"
Outside.
Qin Mu stood in the Void, staring at the Dark Canopy before him as it instantly healed shut. His face darkened completely.
This black barrier resembled an immense bowl turned upside down, tightly enclosing the core region of the Netherworld Blood Sea. Not even the slightest trace of aura could leak out.
Though his previous sword strike had not used his full strength, it had still been more than enough to cleave apart a Great Thousand World.
Yet when it struck this thing, it had only barely torn open a small gap. The gap had recovered in the blink of an eye, without even leaving behind a white mark.
This was highly abnormal.
Qin Mu released his divine sense and carefully examined the aura emanating from the black barrier.
Cold. Deathly still. The end of all things.
This power was incomparably tyrannical and incomparably pure. It not only sealed off space, but even time, Karma,